FMA/KH fic

Jan. 28th, 2005 02:36 pm
swordage: Riku from Kingdom Hearts in front of a huge hallway. (x kh)
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I really have no excuse for this. Um. It might become a series, because I want to write Sora as well. >_> Bad brain! Down!

Also, I'd like to note that I hate reading present-tense, but for some reason I always write in it. I apologize.

Title: Coconut Bones
Series: FMA/KH
Rating: PG
Ramifications: Because [livejournal.com profile] laylah_r wrote this, and my brain twitched delightedly. Also, the design for Ed's leg in this is now embedded in my brain.
Summary: Ed's trying to find his way home, and he gets a friend for his troubles.


It’s deathly quiet on Riku’s islet at night, and Ed huddles closer to the little firepit in the middle of it. He should be used to it now, being alone out here when the kids have gone to their homes to sleep, but he’s always startled by how the birds fall silent and the waves hush each other. It’s cold, too, and his automail ports itch. He suspects they’ll need to be taken out soon, before he gets blood poisoning from the rust that‘s resisted every scrub and oil he‘s inflicted on it.

He hears an odd splash, and it doesn’t sound like a fish being playful, so he twists around and stares out into the darkness between the trees. Another splash, past the paopu tree, and he tenses. There - a boat.

He relaxes almost immediately upon sighting it, though; the shine of Riku’s hair is even more brilliant in moonlight than during the day. He just turns back to the fire and waits for the boy to tie up his rowboat and join him.

It’s not too long before Riku flops next to him and scoots close. “Brr,” he declares, dramatically shivering. “It’s freezing out here! You’re nuts, not wanting to stay with one of us where it’s warm.”

“I’ve lived on an island before,” Ed shrugs. He has to admit, the pressure of Riku’s shoulder against his empty port is almost a relief, distracting him from the itch.

“Yeah, you mentioned that. And there was a big monster trying to eat you then, too,” Riku gins.

“I was little then,” Ed says defensively, and Riku nods knowingly. Ed can’t help but offer a small smile to the other boy. “Thanks,” he says softly.

“It’s what friends do,” Riku answers, solemn all at once, and Ed sees a bit of that darkness that sometimes makes Riku look old and grey. He stretches out a leg to thump against Riku’s.

“Stop that,” he murmurs. “You’re not allowed to be an adult yet.”

Riku catches his foot and uses it to lever Ed onto his back. “Then neither are you!” he cries, and quickly winds his fingers between the bamboo poles of Ed’s other leg to avoid being hit.

“Cheat!” is Ed’s response before he twists his body, pulling the other boy off his feet and grabbing his shirt. They tussle until they sweat, the cold seeping in to remind them to behave. Once they’re comfortable next to the fire again, Riku reaches out to examine Ed’s false leg.

“Is it holding up alright?” he asks, fingers skating along the carefully-carved knee joint. “I wasn’t too sure about this part, thought it might be a little too delicate.”

“It’s fine,” Ed replies, lifting his leg a bit for better inspection. “It’s more than fine. I never thought you could make something like this, though. Sora said the most painstaking work you did before was a raft, and that’s just a tad different.”

“I did finer work when he wasn’t there,” Riku murmurs, and his fingers slide up the hollowed palm trunk of Ed’s lower thigh to check for fractures of the wood. “Here, hold still. This connection’s loose.”

Ed holds still, eyes fixed on the silver head bent intently over his leg. He can hear the click of a pin sliding home, and then Riku sits back with a satisfied smirk.

“That was the hardest part,” he tells Ed. “Making sure the connection would hold. That and getting the right angles of motion with the knee.”

“What kind of stuff did you do before this?” Ed asks, leaning forward and wrapping his arm around his knee. “I’ve heard stories about Sora, but nothing about you.”

Riku sits back hard, turning away suddenly. “I don’t talk about it,” he says shortly. “Not even to Sora.”

“He wouldn’t understand.” Ed doesn’t reach out to touch Riku. They both might still be boys, but they grew past mother’s hugs a long time ago.

“No,” Riku sighs. “He wouldn’t. We used to understand each other, before it all happened.”

“Yeah. I know what that’s like.” Ed stares up at the sky, waiting for the afterimages of the fire and Riku’s hair to fade so he can see the stars.

“You don’t say much, either.” Riku shifts so they’re shoulder-to-shoulder again, but he stares blankly into the darkness.

“There’s not much to say,” Ed murmurs. “I fucked up. Bad. A lot.”

“Yeah,” Riku smiles bitterly. “So did I.”

“Sora forgives you, though.” Ed nudges Riku again. “Look up there. A shooting star.”

“A what?” Riku’s tense beside him suddenly, his head shooting back to look. “Shit. I hope that was a meteor.”

“It was.” Ed has no idea, really, but he doesn’t want to deal with it if it wasn’t. “Trust me.”

Riku slowly subsides, going back to his vigil against the night. Ed watches the sky, watches the fire, watches him.

“I have a brother,” he offers finally. “Alphonse.”

“That’s why you’re trying to find ways between the worlds?” Riku turns to look at him. A trick of the firelight makes his eyes look like a cat’s, bright and slit-pupiled. “Be careful. I probably don’t need to tell you, but be very damn careful.”

“What kind of things did you do when Sora wasn’t looking?” Ed asks again, holding that eerie gaze. He’s faced down worse, no matter how ominous Riku gets.

Riku’s the first to drop his gaze, letting it slide over to the yellow fruit behind Ed. “I took people’s hearts,” he says carefully. “I made them into nothing. I opened their chests and tugged the fibers of their lives onto the ground.”

“I killed people.” It’s equivalent trade, Ed tells himself, ignoring the sudden chill that makes his skin prickle and his hair stand on end. “My mother and two men. One was an accident, but he’s still dead. I nearly killed my brother. He was twelve when I caused him to lose his body.”

“We both grew up, but you grew more than I did.” Riku wraps his arms around his legs, unconsciously copying Ed’s posture. “You’ve been an adult for a long time, I think.”

“Yeah.” Ed leans a little more against Riku. “I’m just glad Al survived it, when I was trying to figure things out. How to feed us, how to get money when we were too young to work.”

“You’ll find him,” Riku says, and his voice is certain. “You’ll go home.”

“Thanks,” Ed murmurs, and they stay like that until morning.
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